I walked into the room to view my husband with machines hooked up to him. Round circular suctions on his chest, beeping monitoring his heart, blood pressure cuffs on taking his pressure. My usually big, loud, full of life husband looked so tiny and WHITE with his hospital gown on. The nurse must have seen MY colorless face because she quickly said "let's wake him up for ya." He did wake up slowly and I walked over to his bed. He looked up at me and said... "I'm starving."
Scott was in the hospital getting his colonoscopy and the down the throat thingy (don't know the name of that one.) But seeming him that hospital bed made me decide one thing. No more. He is not allowed to ever get sick or hurt. He is the strong one. The healthy one. The one who makes you laugh and leaves you with a smile. No more hospitals for him! I personally can't take it.
They didn't find anything by the way. Which upset Scott. he didn't want them to find something serious but he did want them to find something. He is in pain and he is sick. So back to the drs. in 2 weeks. Keep him in your prayers.
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